LAUGHING TORSO second week the play came to an end. All the chorus were upset and recommended me to visit Mr. Blackmore in Garrick Street. It was strange after my youthful cravings to find myself acting on the stage of a London theatre, but the glamour had already worn off, and even two weeks showed me that I had done well to paint and not to act. I put on my coal-scuttle hat and the dress with the train, and sat down in Mr. Blackmore's waiting- room. There were dowdy-looking painted ladies of all ages, and a good many rather horsey and beery- looking men, nothing at all like the present-day chorus boy. We all waited., in fact we waited and waited. After waiting about three weeks, one day a page boy, who used to come round daily and peer into our faces, tapped on the window of Mr, Black- more's office, and as the window was lifted up, shouted, " A little bit of fluff, sir.35 I then realized that if I sat there for forty years I should never be a " Little Bit of Fluff." I returned to painting. I worked at home and joined the Polytechnic evening life classes at Turnham Green. A neighbour sat for me and I did a pastel of her head which was accepted by the Liverpool Art Gallery.